At noon, Qucheng. A fat man was lying on a rocking chair next to the stove, warming himself leisurely. Fan Teng, the magistrate of Qucheng County. He is originally from Changcheng, and has been working as an official in Qucheng for four years. In the winter in Qucheng, his favorite thing is to find a rocking chair, put a mattress on it, go up there, and warm himself by the fire. .
"Master Fan, there is someone coming from outside the city. He claims to be the messenger of the Privy Councilor Lang Yi Xiaodao. He has a letter to deliver to Master Fan." A government official came to report.
"Privy Councilor? That was an official position in the previous dynasty. I have never heard of any Privy Councilor in this dynasty for 600 years! Let someone come in first and let me see what is written." Fan Teng struggled a few times but failed. He climbed up from the mattress, and the Yamen servant came forward to help him, and then he sat upright.
The messenger walked into the yamen and handed the letter respectfully to the yamen servant, who handed it to Fan Teng.
"On the order of Master Yi, the Privy Councilor, I have a letter to hand to Master Fan. Yi Xiaodao also has a message for me to tell to Master Fan."
"Master Yi? What does Master Yi have to tell me?" Fan Teng was a little curious.
The messenger bowed and said, "If you tear up the letter or burn it after reading it, please go to the east gate and explain it." After saying that, the messenger turned and left, not caring about how Fan Teng would handle the letter.
Fan Teng became even more curious when he saw that the messenger had a nose and eyes. He hurriedly opened the letter and read it: "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Yi Xiaodao, Privy Councilor of the capital. Mr. Fan Teng has lived in Qucheng for a long time. He should know the people and style of Donglu. Recently, I heard that there was a criminal named Qin in Qucheng. I will be detained in prison for two days. I am afraid that there may be an unjust, false or wrong case. I also ask Mr. Fan to conduct a detailed investigation so as not to disappoint His Majesty."
"What is this written? It's a mess, without beginning or end." Fan Teng crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it casually into the stove. "Is there any prisoner named Qin Tiantian in the prison?"
"Sir... Yes, there is someone who broke into the Confucian sect without permission and was reported to the yamen by the Confucian sect..." the yamen servant said truthfully.
Fan Teng's heart skipped a beat: "Is there a Privy Councilor named 'Yi Xiaodao' in the capital?"
"Master Fan, you don't even know this. How can I know this?" The Yamen servant was in trouble.
Fan Teng looked at the stove and murmured: "Don't panic, maybe someone is playing tricks on me, I can't..."
"Sir, Master Fan! Something happened!" Another yamen servant ran in from outside the yamen.
Fan Teng asked quickly: "What happened? Speak slowly."
"There are many bandits outside the east gate!"
"Bandits? How many are there?"
"I don't know, I can't count, probably tens of thousands of people."
Fan Teng was so angry that he stretched out his big fat legs and kicked him: "You bastard! Are you asleep in broad daylight? All the bandits around Qucheng together only have a thousand people. How can there be tens of thousands?"
The yamen servant was not kicked at all, but he still fell to the ground: "Sir, it's true. I'm not lying to you. If you don't believe me, go to the east gate and have a look!"
Fan Teng was so angry that he stood up and was about to fight. The previous government official stopped him and said, "Sir, the messenger just said that if you tear it up or burn it, please go to the east city gate and tell me...will you..."
Fan Teng paused and ran out of the yamen. Before he could reach the yamen, he was out of breath. He quickly turned around and called the yamen to prepare the carriage.
At the east gate of Qucheng, Fan Teng climbed up the city wall out of breath: "Where are they? Where are the bandits?" In the winter, Fan Teng actually needed to wipe the fine sweat on his head with a white hand towel.
A call came from under the city wall: "Please come to the city, Magistrate Fan of Qucheng, to answer!"
Fan Teng stretched his head and looked out, and was frightened to death. He saw a large area of Uyang and Wuyang outside the city, full of people. They were dressed in a variety of styles, including leather jackets and ragged cotton wool. Upon closer inspection, there were even military armors among them!
"These...these are...who are these people?" Fan Teng was trembling as he spoke.
"Please ask Magistrate Fan of Qucheng to come to the city to answer the question!" shouted again from under the city wall.
"Sir, I'm calling you!" the city guard reminded.
Fan Teng's eyes widened: "Even Blind Wu from the west of the city saw it here. Do you want to tell me! What on earth are they going to do?"
"I...my officer...I am the magistrate of Qucheng County...Fan Teng, who are you? What are you doing in Qucheng...?" Fan Teng also knew that as the county magistrate of a city, he could not escape, so he took courage responded.
Yi Xiaodao's eyesight was better than ordinary people's, and he recognized Fan Teng all the way outside the city. If nothing else, he must be the fattest and most scared person in the crowd! Corrupt officials are all like this, just like County Magistrate Zhang in Wancheng. Yi Xiaodao felt sad again when he thought of Zhang Shoucai.
"Master Fan, do you already know what is said in the letter?" Yi Xiaodao asked loudly while sitting on the horse.
Fan Teng saw Yi Xiaodao making a noise and knew that this was the leader, so he quickly shouted: "I...I have checked what Qin Tiantian committed, breaking into a private house...according to...the Daqi regulations, he will be imprisoned for one year, this …Master Yi, you can’t be wrong!”
"Fan Teng is indeed a talented person. He will definitely not investigate in such a short period of time. Even if he asks his men to investigate, the results will not be in his hands now." Yi Xiaodao praised Fan to everyone around him. Teng.
"What do you mean, Lord Yi?" Wei Youming couldn't figure out what Yi Xiaodao meant.
"I must have thought of it on the way here. Either he has a photographic memory or he has an extraordinary memory. He is a talented person." Yi Xiaodao praised him endlessly.
Yi Xiaodao was still lamenting Fan Teng's memory downstairs, but Fan Teng had no idea. Why was there no movement in the city? Could it be that they are discussing how to attack the city?
"Who are you from? Where did the heroes come from? There is no food in the city. All heroes, please go elsewhere!" Fan Teng said bravely.
Yi Xiaodao shouted: "Master Fan, please open the city gate first, and I will enter the city to rest for a while. We are not bandits and robbers, but officers and soldiers of the Daqi imperial court!"
Fan Teng shrank his neck and thought to himself: What a fool! The officers and soldiers of the imperial court were dressed in such a variety of colors and looked so shabby. These are all the officers and soldiers of the imperial court. Wouldn’t it be that my people in Qucheng have become heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals! But there are tens of thousands of people downstairs. As long as they enter the city now, there is really nothing they can do. Later, they got impatient and attacked the city gate. How could Pingqu City be defended by more than a thousand soldiers and hundreds of government officials?
A young man walked up the steps to the city wall. He was wearing a long green coat and a turban on his head. He looked like a scholar and asked, "What happened?"
"Mr. Kong, you're here just in time. Come and see, what should we do? The man downstairs claims to be the Privy Councilor of the imperial court, Yi Xiaodao. He wants to enter the city, but with so many people, there is no way he looks like an official of the imperial court. Huh?" Fan Teng vomited bitterly as if he had grabbed hold of his savior.
The young man known as Mr. Kong Sanye walked to the city wall and looked down. Oh, there are quite a lot of people there. You can't see the end at a glance, and not only are their clothes and armors uneven, but they don't even have military appearance. They are standing in a haphazard manner, and at first glance they look like a ragtag group of people.
"Could it be fake? I think they look like a group of refugees. How about setting up a porridge stall to help." Mr. Kong suggested.
"Hey, is that guy in Tsing Yi from Confucius?" Yi Xiaodao called out again from the city.
Mr. Kong Sanye's eyes lit up, he walked to the city wall, looked down with interest, and chuckled: "Oh, there are some people with good eyesight who can still recognize me as a member of the Confucian sect?"
When Yi Xiaodao saw the man in green approaching, he expected to be inseparable, so he continued to shout: "I heard that the Confucius family was promoted to Chuxiang after the Confucian family was promoted to Du Guan Da Kai. What house are you in?" Have you found a good place for your descendants?"
Upon hearing this, the green man's pretty face turned red, and he gritted his white teeth several times. Finally, he could bear it and shouted: "Whose young man is under the city? He is so uneducated! It's true that I am a Confucian, Confucian How is family distinction the most profound? Don’t slander someone out of thin air!”
"It seems that you Confucian disciples are all stupid because of their studies. If you have nothing to do, you can go around the world and listen to it. It has been spread in the world for a long time! Stop talking, my neck is sore. Please open the door quickly!"
"Humph, it's better for the people in the countryside to talk nonsense and ignore them!" Mr. Kong was angry and concluded that all the people in the city were fleeing, so he deliberately ignored them.
Seeing that there was no movement on the tower, Han Shi became anxious and ran to Yi Xiaodao's horse: "Master Yi, why did you anger them? What...what if they don't open the door?"
Yi Xiaodao glanced at Han Shi, ignored him, and continued to shout loudly: "Hey, why can't people from Confucius be tolerated? Are you so fake and noble?"
Kong Sanye was furious and couldn't control it anymore. He slapped the city wall and pointed at Yi Xiaodao and yelled: "Boy, do you have the guts to say it again!"
Yi Xiaodao winked at Wei Youming. Wei Youming understood and ordered the messenger next to him to pass it on.
Just when Kong Sanye thought that everyone in the city was shocked by him, a sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami came, and thousands of people in the city shouted: "Fake high-altitude! Fake high-altitude! Fake high-altitude!"
Mr. Kong Sanye turned to the city wall guards and shouted: "Bring me the bow!"
The city wall guard was hesitant and looked at Fan Teng. Fan Teng hurriedly came over to dissuade him: "Master Kong, calm down your anger. How about asking your father-in-law, Mr. Kong, to come?"
"Bring it here! Don't let him think I'm afraid of him!" The Confucian disciple on the side had already handed over a hard bow. Mr. Kong didn't hesitate, he opened the bow and aimed an arrow at Yi Xiaodao.
"Master Yi, be careful!"
Everyone in the city saw clearly the long bow in Mr. Kong's hand, and they all became alert.
"Li'er, let's be bold!" A middle-aged man stood at the top of the city, followed by two young men who looked very similar to Mr. Kong.
"Dad, eldest brother, second brother..." Mr. Kong saw the three people coming, put down the bow and arrow in his hand, and complained again: "But they are too..."
"You bastard, don't go down yet!" The middle-aged man scolded again. Kong Li had no choice but to lower his long bow and stand behind the three of them.
The middle-aged man stood by the city wall. When Yi Xiaodao saw the person coming, he decisively stretched out his hand to signal, and everyone stopped shouting.
"I am Kong Cai, the leader of the Confucius Sect. My little friend, do you have some misunderstandings about Confucius? If it is convenient, please go into the city to explain it. However, the city is small and cannot accommodate so many heroes. I would like to ask all the heroes to camp outside the city. Okay. ?" The middle-aged man smiled kindly.
Yi Xiaodao summoned Xue Mang, Fan Jun and others: "How strong is Confucius Sect?"
"It's also a famous family in Donglu!" Fan Jun replied honestly.
"I'm asking about strength, strength!" Yi Xiaodao was a little anxious.
Fan Jun scratched his head and said: "In Donglu... you can walk sideways."
